Hip. Your Lordship does me honour.
Gover. Fair Hippolyta, I am come to ease you of a charge.
Hip. I keep none I count a burthen Sir: and yet I lye too.
Gover. Which is the Maid; is she here?
Clod. Yes Sir, This is she, this is Zenocia, The very same I sued to your Lordship for.
Zen. Clodio again? more misery? more ruin? Under what angry star is my life govern'd?
Gov. Come hither Maid, you are once more a free woman, Here I discharge your bonds.
Arn. Another smile, Another trick of fortune to betray us!
Hip. Why does your Lordship use me so unnobly? Against my will to take away my bond-woman?
Gov. She was no lawful prize, therefore no bond-woman:
She's of that Country we hold friendship with,
And ever did, and therefore to be used
With entertainment, fair and courteous.
The breach of League in us gives foul example,
Therefore you must be pleas'd to think this honest;
Did you know what she was?